Page 76 of Enforcer

“Fuck, here it comes, you fucking dirty slut. Swallow every drop, or I’ll spank you so fucking hard you have to beg for forgiveness loud enough that everyone in this church will hear,” he rushes out as he grips his hand over mine and moves it faster.

It’s so hot that I don’t bother feeling like I’m not good enough.

“Fuckkkk, Alyssa!” he manages, cum thrusting to the back of my throat. I fight to swallow, his musky flavor permeating my tastebuds.

Before I can think, he drops in front of me, turns me around, and lifts my dress over my ass.

He rips my panties to shreds as he prepares to impale me.

“But you just came…” My worries and anxieties flare as I think about his come still leaking from his tip and being inside me.

He leans forward, wiping the tip of his dick on my expensive, designer dress.

“You want my cock or not?”

“Yes, please. I’m sorry,” I reply in panic.

“Then shut the fuck up and let me have you,” he says, effectively pulling me from my head as I reach back and pull one ass cheek to the side, opening my body to him.

“Fuck, you little whore.”

My stomach warms, buzzing from the ruined orgasm earlier still at the surface.

He shoves inside me, and I forget everything other than the feel of him and how badly I want to come.

“Fuck, look how you take me. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

His words only add more tension as my body races for climax.

“Don’t stop,” I beg as I feel him peeling his pace back.

“Alyssa, I—” he manages hoarsely in warning, but I don’t listen.

“Harder. Don’t fucking stop!” I order, and he doubles down.

I hear him cry out in a strangled moan as he gives me everything I need. Everything he promised as I sucked his cock like his good girl.

I come so hard I see stars, screaming his name as my best friend marries the man of her dreams.

“Goddamnit, menace. I’m so sorry,” he says, genuine apology in his voice.

“What?!” I manage as I turn and sit against the wall.

My eyes catch his cock as it leaks cum to the floor, and my heart races.

“Did you come in me?” I ask, voice shaky.

“I tried to warn you, and you wouldn’t listen,” he says.

“Oh God,” I reach down and shove fingers inside myself, feeling his warm cum mingled with mine.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Dante says, and I flicker my eyes at him in disgust.

“God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…. I’m so sorry, tesoro.”

I stand, gathering my shoes that had fallen off and my ruined panties as I make for the door to find a bathroom. “I’m not your fuckingtesoro, Dante.”

“Alyssa, come here. I’m sorry.”

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